YOU HAVE A CHANCE OF ROMANCE AT 88 WITH A CHICK OF 66

Ain’t it great! I’m returning to the Sunshine State, away from the cold and snow I hate in time to celebrate 88.

If it’s not too late and fate is kind I might find a date with a sexy chick of 66 and if we click and make it we may wed and do what’s said can’t be done. But whether we do or whether we don’t, won’t trying be a lot of fun?

I’m moving back from the Hoosier state where I went to be near my son which was better than basking in the Florida sun. He bought a condo for a lot of dough on the shore in Hollywood and would you know, some gray haired grannies have nicer fannies than teens in jeans trying to make the scene with men of means sucking jellybeans.

The sun shines bright from dusk until dawn, but most things go on between wenches and menches on park benches, making out
like red hot lovers too cheap to pay for a place to sleep under the covers. That’s what keeps them going, knowing what they’re doing is next to the best thing they did when they were kids.
You can get your kicks at 88 with a chick of 66 if you mix reality with fantasy and end up with ants and mo rance in your pants.